Goosebumps Book Pictures Novels & Stories

‘What To Expect: A Mother’s Guide To Her First Pup’ 0 What a bizarre title. I’m interested, so I take it off the shelf and settle back down on the couch. I open the book up and two pictures slide out from the book jacket. One is an ultrasound picture, I flip it over, and written in delicate handwriting I read Baby Ben 2 months. 1

—Flashback— “Bronx, there’s a monster in my closet. Maybe it’s a witch.” I peek into his room. He’s reading a book. I bet it doesn’t have pictures. He says books with pictures are little kid books. I like books with pictures though. Maybe when I’m ten like him, I won’t like picture books anymore? That sounds boring. I’ll like picture books forever. “There’s no monster or witch in your closet.” He keeps reading. “It’s your imagination.”

It looked so old that it was practically falling apart at the seams. I was careful as I opened it, my pulse thundering away. This had to be magical, that was the only way I would have been drawn to a book in a locked drawer. The moment I opened it though, the excitement died. I couldn't understand anything. Another dead language. But I continued leafing through it when I noticed unlike the others, it had pictures. I saw a picture of a garden. A picture of a woman standing with her back to seven women kneeling to her. Another of a woman standing with her back straight and arm outstretched and six wolves surrounding her.

He threw it at Luis, who caught it with a scowl. "Read this," Ube said sternly. "It's all about Griffiths. It will prove to you that they are real." Luis reluctantly opened the book and began to read. I looked over his shoulder, and I too began to read. As we flipped through the pages, our skepticism began to fade away. There, on the page before us was a picture of a Griffith. It was a magnificent creature, with golden fur and large, feathered wings. Its eyes were a piercing blue, and it had a regal, almost divine presence.

Maybe with Phoebe, we’ll be able to unravel the mysteries around this. Waking side by side, we went into her room. Picking up the book, it ignited with a golden glow, pages opening on its own. “What sort of book is this?” I muttered to myself, scrutinizing it. Thankfully, Hayley wasn’t in the room, giving us time to read it. The book talked about creatures that existed before werewolves such as vampires, fox spirit, fairies and the rest. Phoebe seemed more invested in fox spirits, her fingers traced the intricate drawings, her gaze never leaving. Following her line of sight, I saw the drawing of a fox with nine tails, its eyes ignited with a violet glow, looking so divine and magnificent. “V

This whole place was starting to look like a maze. “I just have to get out of here soon,” he mumbled to himself. He wasn’t a fan of books, but he was going to do all he could to make sure that he found the truth. Finally, he settled on 4 big books that were laced with images of tree monsters. They were actually a thing, and it was crazy that no one had realised this till now. He pulled the books to the nearby table and dumped them on it. One had a lock, and he skipped that since he didn’t have a key. Focusing instead on the other smaller books.

he inquired casually. She seemed startled from her reading, "O-oh. No. Just...looking at some illustrations." "Ah." He could smell a nervous scent wafting off of her. She was lying. But he didn't press the matter. He was too busy presently. Twillow stared at the illustrations and the fancily scrawled heading that read: Giants. The illustration looked like a horrible, drooling, sharp-toothed, yellow-eyed demon, with gray skin, a thick matted beard, and towered over the scribbled trees.

I ask. Something chirps in the woods, but it doesn't sound like a bird. It's a noise unlike anything I've ever heard, and it sends goosebumps along my arms. "You hear that?" I ask. The goblin points at the door. "I think he's inviting us inside his home." I crouch on the ground to get closer to his eye level. "I'm sorry, buddy. We can't fit through there. We're too big. Are you afraid of something in the woods? Is there something dangerous out there?"

Curious, I picked it and read the words written on the hard cover; ‘Lobo’ was the single word that was inscribed into the thick cover. I opened the first page and saw that it was written in foreign language. I glanced at Sir Nich, he was engrossed in whatever he was writing. I returned my attention to the hand-drawn, black ink pictures in the book. They were of some kind of beast. The beast that I saw looked like a giant wolf and the artist had put extra effort in drawing their deathly eyes. There were several writings on the page. ‘Only if I could understand this,’ I thought. The book had caught my interest. I was so indulged in the drawing of the creatures that I hadn’t noticed Sir Nich wa

Opposite and sides of the room sat tall shelves carrying textbooks, all medical. He was always studying. I stopped at the table, looking over the papers. Then I took interest on a particular white sheet of paper sticking out of a large red covered book. On the paper's protruded side was a drawing of some creature. I hate to admit that it actually looks like a werewolf but it did. Picking it out from the book and up to my face, I could clearly see the picture now. It's an image of a werewolf, it's body parts fully labelled.